Page 633 of Hell Hath No Fury
Throughout his spiel, Rylan continues to avoid my gaze, and though I know I should look away, I can’t. Every nerve sings with electricity, and with every breath I take, the memory of her straddling my lap plays with my consciousness.
I grip my crotch under the table, hoping to quell the desire to see her naked again. Her sights land on me, neither of us paying attention to the words coming out of my father’s mouth. I know he notices, it’s hard not to, but either way, all he does is clear his throat. I blink to clear my mind and hopefully focus on the room, but it’s no use.
My vision blurs as I picture her in the middle of my living room in only her bra and skirt. It’s so ingrained that I can smell her perfume right now, or maybe it’s because she’s only feet away from me.
“Now,” I demand, and she does as she’s told, exposing the red lace bra she wears.
Fuck.
What is it about a woman in red? Red lips, red hair, red panties. It all looks good against vibrant melanated skin.
I force myself to breathe when I realize I’ve been holding my breath. Looking at my dad, I see he doesn’t seem fazed by my brief trip down memory lane. Good. Rylan picks up a pencil, pulling my attention back to her. She’s watching my father closely, hanging on to his every word. She raises a hand to her mouth, using her index finger to play with her bottom lip. I lick mine, and once again, I slip back to the night she lay in my bed.
I signal for her to come to me, and when she does, I gaze up at her, snaking my palms up her thighs until I reach the waistband of her panties. Her skin is warm under my touch, the heat radiating from her traveling to my groin.
She grabs my hand to aid me in pulling the fabric down over her plump ass. She’s ready for me. I know she is.
I sit back and recline in my seat. “Sit,” I order.
Her chest shudders at my words, but she doesn’t speak. She only complies, straddling me before I finish getting the word out. When she lets me into her temple, my mouth gapes open.
“Whoever your boss is, thank him for me,” I say after getting a hold of myself.
She tilts her head in confusion.
“I doubt you’d be here if you didn’t have pent-up frustration to release.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I pull her close by, gripping the base of her neck, and crash her mouth down on mine again.
“Kareem,” my father’s voice startles me, snapping me back to reality.
When I gain clarity of my surroundings, everyone is staring at me but her. Rylan fiddles with her padfolio while the others glare at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind. And you know what, maybe I have. I wasn’t sure about this at first, but now I think I might like working here after all.
CHAPTER THREE
Rylan
“So let me get this straight. The guy from the bar the other night is both the man your boss hired to monitor your department and his son?” Kathryn says through the receiver.
Yesterday was a nightmare. Not only did I learn Kareem snuck his number into my phone, but also, he’s my fucking boss. I swear, if there was ever a time I felt the universe was out to get me, that time is now. The jacked-up part about this whole thing is that I have no one to blame but myself. I wasn’t forced into the bar, and no one else had anything to do with me riding the man senseless.
And I was okay with that. It was my choice to have a one-night stand. But now I have to look at his mug every day for God knows how long. All I wanted to do was forget. I let myself go foronenight.
“Yup, you heard right,” I quip.
“Shit,” she squeals. “That is—a lot. What are you going to do?” she asks.
I sigh. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be on the phone with you.”
She laughs. “Girl, I only wish my life was half as interesting as yours right now. Sorry, boo. I don’t know what to say.”
“Ugh. I have to quit,” I add as I walk through my office door. “That’s it. I have a little money saved, and it should hold me over until I find a new job,” I joke in a non-funny way.
Kathryn sucks her teeth. “Oh, shut the hell up. You are not quitting your job. You’ve worked entirely too hard for thatposition. This is temporary, and it’s not like you’ll need to see him daily. Once he’s caught up and takes his father’s place, he’ll be on the same schedule as his damn daddy. Relax, or do us all a favor and let loose; date the man.”
I open my mouth to speak, but my words lodge in my throat. Gargling, I clear my airways and drop my belongings on the desk. “I can’t date my boss’s son,” I whisper and turn my back to the entrance.
“You can do whatever you want. You’ve already screwed the man. What will a few dates hurt?” She pauses for my response but continues when I have none. “Not a damn thing. Now get off the phone, beef up, and show them you’re about your business.”
